Who knew that a carpet cleaner from Home Depot would be the key to unlocking my happiness?
I can't begin to describe the joy I received from meticulously rinsing, scrubbing, de-odorizing every patch of visible carpet in the apartment last night. AMAZING.
I realized I have an OCD for bad smells and dirty carpet. Of course, now Tim and I feel like our lungs are full of the heavy chemicals we've been breathing in. But hopefully it will have aired out by the time we get home today.
It's sad, but every time I look at the picture of the carpet cleaner, I think "You are such a beautiful piece of equipment" and warm feelings rise up inside me. Perhaps its the effect of those chemicals. All I know is, I thanked Jesus about five times yesterday for helping the human race invent this machine, and for Home Depot renting one to me.